"Uh." That comment gives him pause. He looks at her, his expression for just a split second more sharp than foolish, before he schools it into a more artistic, exaggerated look of confusion. "Really." He must be misunderstanding her meaning. Earth, after all, is the endpoint for all pilgrimages, all tourism, all knowledge-seekers. Even if she were completely uneducated, raised in a cabin somewhere in...oh, wherever there aren't many people, he certainly doesn't know Earth geography...she'd probably still have met at least half a dozen off-worlders before she could even walk. That's what they do on Earth. They help idiot off-worlders.

Or, well, he assumes, at least. It's not like he's ever been to Earth. He'd always sort of wanted to go, admittedly, see the sights, see where they all came from...Ah, well. The life of impoverished nobility is truly not as glamorous as they make it out to be.

"Meaning you never thought you'd actually be able to go off-planet?" he suggests. "I do understand that. Interplanetary travel can seem like a distant dream if you're without funds. Hitch a ride with someone else, that's the way to do it."